Bandrew

I went to Spain last week to see a friend get married to another person who is also a friend, but a friend through the first friend. I didn’t want to go because I have always secretly believed that Spain is the least interesting European city. In preparation for my journey, I made that belief not secret. Everyone told me I was being stupid and I would enjoy it. I agreed — it must be a stupid belief, and I would surely enjoy myself!

Guess what? I hated it. I can’t believe how much I hated it. I told my newly-wedded friend how much I hated it, thinking perhaps he would more deeply appreciate my presence by knowing how little I was enjoying myself. He did not — he told me not to be so negative.

Was this an interesting story? I can’t tell.